Mood:

I had finished eating about 10 minutes previous when I felt it: that telltale pulling at the bottom of my esophagus: something got stuck again. I sipped some water. I leaned forward, took some deep breaths and tried to relax. Nothing worked. I couldn’t keep myself from trying to breathe heavier, my body reflexively making sure I had enough air. I was already a little dizzy from being sick, but I realized I was starting to hyperventilate.

I rushed into the back room to let the in-laws know. After last time I was going to make sure I wasn’t going to be found dead from a freaking pork chop (although if you had to choose what to choke to death from, what would it be?)!

A finger down the throat and some dry heaves managed to push it back down instead of up and out. I think. My breathing is still a bit laboured, though that may be because of the shock. Just as I was getting over the temperature spikes and dips from whatever bug I have, the shock puts me back in shake mode.

God damn, I fucking hate this.

Actually, I’m not sure now if it’s out. Is my throat just desensitized from the regurg attempt? I guess we’ll have our answer the next time I post…or if I don’t.